Dance For Me: Private Sessions

She was majestic, her moves so precise and erotic. For a newbie who had no experience in dancing at strip clubs, she was good. In fact, she earns 500 dollars a night and when she gets private sessions, she earns more than that.

She was gorgeous, her whole aura radiates like wildfire. Such delicate flower dancing passionately as money rained on the stage, such pure angel moving with the velvety lights, and it was no secret that she was amazing in the eyes of men.

She was perfect, her presence just simply scream perfection. Even when she was dancing with five other women onstage, she was still the center of the crowd. Her little sneaky stares, her teasing smile was something that drove the audience insane.

"Solo dance! Solo dance!" the audience cheered as soon as the 3rd song finished.

The rest of the dancers looked at each other with a confused expression, all looking for answers as to why the audience asked for a solo dance. It's pretty rare actually, especially at an early hour of 11:00 pm. A second or so ticked by and the audience were getting impatient.

As the dancers grew even more confused, a guy on the 2nd row shouted, "Let the girl in the center have a solo dance!"

Now it seemed to be an innocent request, but the four other dancers didn't take it too lightly. Especially when the audience asked for a solo dance from no other than the stunning Geneiva Hui.

"Every damn time!" Hailey, one of the dancers muttered under her breath.

As the other dancers left the stage with an annoyed and agitated expression, Geneiva on the other hand slowly got on her knees and swept her hair to the side with a cheeky smile on her face.

She gave the audience another look and started dancing sensually and skillfully to the melody of the music. She moved her hips with so much grace as her sequin skirt covered in gold resting just abover her thighs.

It was a sight, a wonderful sight for everyone there. Seconds after, money were seen flying across the stage. With every dancing lights glimmering through her skin, she began picking up the pace by sliding her body across the floor as her foot glided above her spine, making a scorpion position.

She was gracefully flexible and this triggered the audience to spend more money on her. It was a great night for her, all this money, all these cheers, she loved all of it.

As the music was on its way for its end, she did her finale move by stripping her silk top leaving her exposed with her gold embedded bra. The crowd roared in cheer as she did that. Although strippers would usually hear that wild roar as soon as they strip fully, for Geneiva, anything she does even of she was fully clothed would make the crowd go insane.

It was no secret that she loved every bit of it. She loved the thrill and of course the adrenaline. She was aware that no matter what she did onstage would still be beautiful for the audience. She was fully aware that her presence itself was like an addictive drug for men. Her whole existence was like a nicotine, intoxicating everyone with her fluid moved and dangerous charm.

She enjoys every fragment of being a stripper. It was also no secret that she loved the validation that she gets once the spotlight is on her and the stage becomes her canvas, painting it with her artistic moves. She had always wanted to become a dancer and an artist, but to no avail, dancing in a strip club was the only option on the shelf.

Regardless of how she's expressing herself as a dancer, she sure knows how to make an erotic dance into something gorgeous. She loves every bit of it, even when her co-dancers would often shoot her with jealous glares and furious looks. She always stood out and it was both good and bad.

Although she loved every bit of her performance and the heaps of money she was earning, she hated and despised men. As soon as she finishes her solo number, she turns around and whispered to herself with a smirk, "Typical men, always wanting nothing but my body."

It was also no secret that she hated the fact that she was only viewed as an object for them. A piece of meat that is only there to grant their sexual gratification. It was as if she always feel like she only exists for men's fantasies.

She despised men, she cursed men under her breath. She always thought about how her father abandoned her just to go with his new family. Ever since her childhood, her father had always been the best person her ever had in his life, but as soon as he cheated on her mother, she felt rage and sadness.

"All men are the same," its what she always tell herself.

Before she entered the world of stripping, she knew what was about to come. She was aware about what kind of environment she'll be in. She knows how big of disappointment it'll be to work at a room filled with dominance ruled by men.

She was fully aware that once she entered the industry, creepy guys and wealthy bastards who cheat on their wives will be there. Touching dancerd weren't allowed in the club, unless you pay extra for a private session, you're never allowed to graze your fingers anywhere near their skin.

It was awful at first, it was embarrassing to dance in front of hungry men, but things soon took a turn for Geneiva. She began observing men that watched her dance, she analyzed them carefully and one thing is sure for her. And that is "Their hungry eyes speak millions of words and I mean nothing to them but a pathetic piece of object".

Weeks go by and she finally got used to the dirty cat calls, the stupid remarks made by men, the wild energy they radiate as they throw money onstage. It was rather disgusting for her, but she got used to it.

Once her performance was over, three of her co-dancers took over the stage. She was about to walk back to the dressing room, but as she traveled her way through the dimly lit corridors, a man with a deep voice, a striking aura and an intimidating presence said:

"Come to the private room with me".